Matriarch is Pretty and Cool Chapter 1208: Assemble and report the number, Grandma Chu Chuzu must not desecrate

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All the wicked people in the prison heard this voice, their expressions tightened, and they rushed into the open field, even slaying and fighting.

The wicked person sleeping in his bed heard the voice, and even before his clothes and pants were put on, he stumbled and ran outside.

Hua Ling, the head of the wicked island prison.

The most feared existence on the whole villain's island is frightening.

I heard that his master is still a god. Of course, there is the possibility that the prison head brags about it, but this prison head is definitely not good.

Anyone who can be imprisoned on the Isle of Wickedness, who doesn't have dozens of lives? They are all heinous fanatics. But in front of Hua Ling, everyone has to be like a chicken.

In just ten seconds, everyone was gathered.

Hua Ling did not know where to get out a black whip, standing on a high platform more than ten meters with his hands on his chest, coldly looking down at the group of villains, "report the number."

"Chuchu Universe is the most beautiful, there is no limit to the value of the face!"

"Grandma Chu Chuzu is the cutest, everyone loves the first place!"

"Lingling is the favorite apprentice of the ancestors of Chu Chu!"

"..."

Vicky people from all over the world scrambled, speaking very unfluent Chinese, reporting the numbers frantically, for fear of being hesitant to be served by the prison head with a whip.

Wu Ming stood beside Hua Ling, his lips twitched.

Anonymous smiled and asked: "Master of the prison, are you killing chickens and monkeys?"

Hua Ling played with the long whip in his hand. When he turned sideways, the rose medal on his shoulder swayed gently in the sun. It was very dazzling and beautiful. Hua Ling smiled and said: "It's just to warn you not to make trouble for me."

Anonymous smile: "I don't think you want to warn me later."

Hua Ling raised her eyebrows, a little puzzled by the newcomer's bullshit.

As the prison head of the villainous island, he has always been wicked to please him, and it is only those who can help deliver letters to him that can please him.

Last time I asked a Chinese monk named Zhao Tianfang to deliver the letter, and I don’t know if it was delivered. There has been no reply from the master, which always makes him feel that Zhao Tianfang has let him go.

On the open ground, the voices praising "Chu Chu" became less and less until the end there was no sound.

Hua Ling frowned, and said solemnly: "There are fewer people!"

He could hear all the words they had just shouted, and the number of counts was a little less.

The wicked man in the clearing suddenly panicked.

"Prison head, everyone is here!"

"Yes, yeah, Lord Prisoner, I just dug a pit and shit, and I rushed over after half-pulling it off."

"Who would dare not gather? Lord Prisoner, we are innocent!"

"..."

Hua Ling glanced at the nameless who was calm and calm on her side, feeling bad in her heart, frowning and shouting: "Report the number again!"

It's also the voice of praise about "Chu Chu". On this villain island, the wicked can joke with the head of the prison when Hua Ling is in a good mood, but this "Chu Chu" grandma can never desecrate!

The praise word for the roll call cannot be duplicated.

These villains, apart from forcing and fighting, the most common thing they do is to give praise to the grandmother Chu Chu, who has never met, or else the head of the prison will suddenly name her next time, and they have nothing to say.

Reported again.

Hua Ling's expression became ugly. He took the whip and jumped from a ten-meter high platform, and rushed into the crowd.

A group of wicked people were so frightened that they screamed, frantically scattered in all directions.

Hua Ling looked around in the crowd, looking sullenly towards the rest of the villain's island, ten minutes later, he stopped, his face was extremely ugly:

"Hell, how many people are missing? Where did they go?"

Wuming slowly walked up from behind, and said indifferently: "Congratulations, Lord Prisoner, they should have escaped from the island."